Tongue-Tied: How I Became a Billionaire's Sex Slave (And Maybe Got a New Gaming PC) As for the story itself, here's a taste: --- I heard the front door slam shut, and I quickly scrambled to my feet, my heart racing. I knew who it was - my stepmom, Aisha al-Fayed. She was the CEO of a top corporation, and she was always dressed to impress. Even now, as she walked into the living room, I could see the outline of her curves through her orange power suit. It was tailored to perfection, hugging her DD-sized breasts and accentuating her narrow waist. She wore a pair of matching heels that clicked against the marble floor, and her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Despite her youthful, 18-year-old appearance, she carried herself with the confidence and authority of someone much older. She was my father's second wife, and she had made it clear from the start that she didn't care for me. I was just a nuisance, a reminder of her husband's past life. Get on your knees, slave, she barked, not even bothering to look at me. She tossed her purse onto the couch and began undoing the buttons of her suit jacket. I did as I was told, kneeling down on the plush carpet. I couldn't help but stare as she slipped off her jacket, revealing a tight orange blouse underneath. She unbuttoned it slowly, teasing me, before finally pulling it over her head. She was wearing a lacy orange bra that barely contained her ample cleavage. Lick my asshole, now, she commanded, stepping out of her skirt and kicking off her heels. She was wearing a pair of lacy orange panties that matched her bra, and she hooked her thumbs into them, pulling them down to her knees. I hesitated for a moment, but one look at her face told me I didn't have a choice. I scooted closer to her, my hands shaking as I reached up and pulled her panties down the rest of the way. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and then she sat down on my face, her ass hovering just above my mouth. Lick it, you little pervert, she hissed, grabbing onto my hair and pulling it roughly. I did as I was told, my tongue darting out and making contact with her asshole. She tasted musky and salty, and I couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of pleasuring her like this. She moaned softly, her body relaxing as I began to lick her in earnest. Harder, she demanded, grinding her hips against my face. I need to relax, and your tongue is the only thing that can do it. I did as she asked, pushing my tongue deeper into her asshole. She was surprisingly tight, and I could feel her sphincter clenching and unclenching around my tongue. Yes, just like that, she purred, her hands still gripping my hair. You're such a good little slave. After several minutes of ass-licking, she finally stood up, her legs still shaking slightly. Follow me, slave, she said, turning and walking towards the bathroom. We're going to take a shower together, and you're going to soap me up and massage every inch of my body. And then you're going to fuck me in the ass and give me a creampie. I followed her obediently, my heart racing. I couldn't believe what was happening. Oh, and one more thing, she said, turning to face me as we entered the bathroom. If you want that new gaming PC you've been begging for, you're going to have to earn it. Every last drop of your cum had better be up my ass. I nodded, my throat dry. I had a feeling this was going to be a long, hard shower.